Thirty years ago from now. Within the Magic Tower's School of Water Element Magic, there was a chief professor called 'Blasius of the Deep Slumber.' A once-promising genius, he walked out of the Magic Tower one day of his own accord.
He believed the reason his scholarship had stalled for decades was the rigid atmosphere within the Tower. Since Blasius was far ahead of the world, he felt no need to confine himself to such a narrow well. Thus, Blasius turned his back on the mundane world.
He built a solitary hut at the far edge of the Empire and immersed himself in independent magic research. Then one day, several letters arrived in the mailbox of his hut, where he lived cut off from worldly news.
[This one's the real deal, take a look.]
[Senior, let me introduce an interesting junior.]
[If you don't read this thesis, I swear on Merlin's mustache.]
They were all letters from his close old colleagues. Everyone's way of making a fuss differed, but they all attached a single thesis with their letters.
[Calculus – The Method of Series and Continuity] That was his first encounter with 'Isaac Upperhills,' and on that day, Blasius saw a great light.